Kat misses the Last Train

Barcelona Travel Blog

I have to tell you this story its HILARIOUS. I dont mind if you mock me! So yesterday I was supposed to meet this German guy, Peer, who lives in Barcelona and he was going to show me some sights. Well we met at like 4pm and he was hell nice and pretty hot so it was great! I went to Park Guell and Las Ramblas and we had a wander around in the Gothic Quarter and had food and coffee and generally a really great time!

We agreed to go clubbing Friday night because he had work the next day so couldnt go out. Despite not wanting to stay out too late I had to try some Sangria and owed Peer a beer for his guidework. So we stayed at the Black Sheep pub til about 9.30pm then I´m like shit my last train is at 10.

Park Guell is that tiny spec at the top...

30! So went to the train station, and I got on the platform for my train.

So anyway, I get on the WRONG train and then I have to go back but I got off one station too early (please keep in mind that I had drunk a lot of sangria at this point) and so I´m like shit shit shit! And then I got on the wrong train AGAIN! And by this time I realise that I have missed my LAST train out of Barcelona for the night.

I had two options: go out and party til the next morning train at 5am or pay for a hostel somehwere. But I was wearing thongs so I wouldnt have got let in and had NFI where any hostels were! Thankfully I met this Argentinian girl, Catalina, who spoke English and she offered to let me stay at her house for the night. So yes I ended up spending my first night in Barcelona in a town in the foothills with this girl and her boyfriend and his friends.

Luckily it ended well but my advice of the day? Write down your town and the direction you need AND any stops where you can change trains! And don´t wait for the last train, give yourself room for serious errors!

Haha, love it! Great that it turned out well. BTW: Of course you found a host! It is always the same with you beautiful looking girls. For comparison imagine me being in the very same situation. What would have happened? Ha! Either the police would have picked me up or some really bad guys would have taken me to their boss, probably a local drug baron, to serve as his personal sex slave! Er...two very invitingly alternatives...